The Cost of Fearing the Harvests of our Lives

Fear of Harvest

Why do we sow the seeds that we sow and then fear the harvest?
I have seen many people, my self included, who plant to the most beautiful seeds. And then cultivate, watch over and care for these seeds.

By seeds I mean the personal work these people undertake. They are working to recover from abuse, addiction, limited mindsets and more. They do their work. They read their books, they write their stories, doggedly pushing along for insights and awareness.

They weed their minds, mining for negative, intrusive thoughts that threaten to strangle their growth.

And then the seed sprouts. New opportunities begin to appear. Seedlings push through seeking light and we are still ok at that point. A seedling isn’t that threatening after all. It could be anything.

And as these new opportunities appear we embrace them. We watch the seedling go a bit farther as it flowers and blooms and we are struck by its beauty.

But then we get stuck. We sowed and we grew- and now we need to harvest. The harvest is the embracing of all your hard work and the acknowledgment on the physical plane that you brought something new into existence and you nurtured it to the point of completion of its cycle.

The harvest is to be the reward of all the hard work. Yet, too many of us fear the harvests of our lives. I do not know why. We do all the work to change, and then we fear to grab hold of the fruits of our labors. We almost, almost, let the fruits die on the vine.

Please don’t do this in your life. If you put in the work to plant and cultivate the seeds, step into the place in which you reap the rewards of your work. Harvest the fruits, believe you deserve this new state of symbolic sustenance.
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This art work and writing came about b/c of the book I had finished in February. That was planting a seed in my life, yet I have not embraced the harvest. I wanted to ignore I had done this work and in my mind “just move on”- leaving my plantings to fend for themselves.

My inner artist is the most honest part of me and basically said “No way. You put that seed in the ground and watched it grow. You are not going to leave fruit on the vine.”

Basically, my book has given me some opportunities that I almost passed by. That is, until I did this piece of art. I can tell I have not processed this issue very well by the state of this artistic piece.

But where you are is where you are. So I posted with piece as it is- incomplete and muddied as I continue to work with the idea of my own harvest.